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glove in a cold climate ( a poem of sorts )
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'round these arse endz temperatures fall as humpty dumpty from the wall the berlin wall in '89 november's eggs remember time our scrambled selves that sinking sun first fingers tingle then just numb no titus oates are frozen us but when warm goes on go them gloves ...
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late autumn gulps by sixteen lines of seasonal verse-shat
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late autumn gulps a precious breath surveys its damage what is left the trails of gales yet lovers swoon but hedgehogs sleep as winter looms there's mistletoe there to be seen summer is hiding in the green of holly leaves & ivy too as scrumpy ferments ( that'll do ) ...
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shoe language by 8 lines of itchy scab
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tap with your feet tap your shoed tip toes tap once for yes & tap twice for no multi taps - dance so go with them flows collapse means tired & then we'll all know ...
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nature reserve ( a short ‘n’ rhyming vaguely poetic discharge )
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succumb to the scum as a moth to a flame or d cameron's cock to a dead hog's gob it's quarter past beige tantrums are all the rage there's watches in them cogs shetland pony analogue there's mind on the brain fucking slime in the drains answers hide in them lofts yellow snow's pissed off a turquoise refrain but the windows in pane yes certain bubbles pop but heres it don't stop ...
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anyone for cricket by 16 mid-on-inside-off-edge-leg lines
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anyone for cricket? whites & sticky wickets the leg-a-rubbing insects singing in the thicket please bowl us a googly as you won't confuse me if the umpire signals out i'll flash 'em a moony agricultural ducks lewis method dumb fucks fruit salad & furniture on the boundary - bad luck topspin twenty20 breathless hushes testy tea in the pavilion sandwiches aplenty ... ( author notes ) this poem contains a few cricketing terms & a little nod to henry newbolt
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certainly ( a poem, dot dot dot )
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i know my hand like riding a bike on the back of my hand as sure as pike might bite my hand shit - which little finger? on an as clear as day if i stick it in the river ( so there ) ...
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that space is cold by 9 lines of daft science shite
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that space is cold
& that's a fact
you'll need thick gloves
a woollen hat
at least two scarves
an anorak
a star-chart map
& thermos flask
( et bon voyage )
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what they wish for by 2 line read
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be careful what they wish for said the actor with a fractured leg ...
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late autumn or early spring ( ? ) by 5 syllables then 7 syllables times 4 read
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is it late autumn or a really early spring? there's green to be seen as some certain birds they sing of constructs & time with its mysteries of old & man-made names yet all that glistens just aint gold ( ? ) ...
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( insoled oblivion ) by x-word-reeeeeeeeeead ( reet )
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( shoelaces ) ( collisions ) ( cobblers ) ( dominion ) ( loads of 'em ) ( millions ) ( insoled ) ( oblivion ) ( ... )
resarf poetry 